Happy holidays everyone! Here's a fun poem titled "MMO Night Before Christmas" some of you may enjoy.

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Originally Posted by Voodoo Extreme

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
Not a mob was stirring, at least not at hand.
The armor was hung by the war chest with care,
In hope that the weary could rest and repair.

The rogues and clerics tossed and turned in their tents,
Trying to nap after the guild's daily events.
And the alchemist making potions, and I upgrading spells,
Had just settled by the fire to whisper in tells.

When out behind our camp there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the fire to see what was the matter.
I drew my sword and quickly got dressed,
Tore open the tents and alerted the rest.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an epic spawn with eight menacing reindeer.

With a red cloth-clad driver, so lively and sage,
I knew in a moment that he must be a mage.
More rapid than a fireball his reindeer they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Lich King! now, Warden! now, Conan and Sauron!
On, Fengrot! On, Cuuldurach! on, Meatlump and Nagafen!
To the top of the hill! to the top of the mountain!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

The fat man was preparing to defend his position,
I could tell he'd be tough, that red magician.
So up to the hill-top his reindeer they flew,
With a sleigh full of loot, and the red mage too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the hill
Lightning strikes as they displayed their skill.
I drew back my sword, and was turning around,
When down the hill the mage came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
His minions ready to aggro meant I should stay put.
The guild was swift as they began to form,
Our warrior was buffed and his finest armor worn.

With the clerics nearby and the casters at the back,
We were ready to pull, it was time to attack.
As we began to close in we were taken by surprise,
The fat man had an AoE, and half of us died.

The rangers went down first, as one would expect,
We rushed in too quick, now the mage would collect.
But on the brink of a wipe the tables did turn,
The clerics were on it, no need for concern!

The nukes began to fly, our warrior stood steady,
His minions were down, now for the fat man we were ready!
With a snarling wince and a twist of his head,
The life began to drain from this mage in red.

He spoke not a word as he began to retreat,
His reindeer lay dead, tonight we'd feast on their meat.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the hill he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, but with no team to tow,
We moved in on our prey and lay the final blow.
But I heard him exclaim, as he faded out of sight,
"You won this round, but we'll be back again some night!"

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"The sky grows lighter my friends. The break of day should cheer the heart. But for us, sunrise brings only bloody war. Make thou ready. Defend my people well." - Prince Erian IV, Dawn of Fantasy